I wish I knew how it is
That you open and close the window
With the weight and texture of your hands
The everyness you see in the reflection
Looking out at the maple,
my arm is a splintered branch
Gathering down
Down from limb to bitter limb
The sun rises and delicately dances,
Sets and rises to your voice, your stars,
You hold it in both hands, clasping it carefully
and then drop it into the ocean
So when I kneel at the pane,
I can see your full creation
Your immodest demands for a different world,
A life unrepentant, without hesitation
It was something not given to you,
but owned
Owned in the way you knew Him
Came to show me Him,
My knees at the roots were aching and bruised
I looked up at the window and saw it all,
Down from the curve of your chin
The slope of your forehead
The immense weight of you on my chest
If you want to know who I am
If you want to know me, then look
Back through the window
Because when you leaned against the glass
You said - What do you know?
What do I know?
Loving you is the easiest secret I’ve ever told,
You showed me every color of the world
